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and I’m trying to find non-creepy/legal ways to use them.

• Last week, I got a ride home from a driver who stopped after I fell hard while running (some people are telling me this was a potentially dangerous situation, I guess, but I’d like to think there are some trustworthy people in this world)
• A woman offered to share her umbrella with me when she saw the rain was drenching me as I was waiting for the bus today
• A cashier gave me a free cookie from The Corner Bakery (okay, so I had to sign up for email alerts to get it, but she was really friendly)

Small things make me heppy.

Worrisome part of growing up: reassuring a parent about his/her worries as opposed to vice versa. And consequently inching, ever inexorably, into a position of responsibility and accountability. Also, I don’t like being called ma’am.

Bright side of growing up: spontaneous adventures courtesy of Groupon. In other words, flying lesson. In other other words: I flew a plane for about an hour yesterday. Let me repeat that for you: I FLEW A PLANE ASDFJJDSF! Shoutout to Leo for being crazy enough to sign up for this with me. Watching tiny dots of light inch down the 101 and 405, zooming down Pacific Coast Highway as the sun begins to set, weaving in and out of LAX airspace (oops) with an exhilarating and addictive feeling of freedom. Unshackling myself from the chains of gravity? No other feeling like it.

Also, I was terrified half the time, but life is too short, right?

I’m gonna try getting a pilot’s license within the next five years. While we’re at it, I’m embarking on a personal writing project (stay tuned…no other details since I’d like to “underpromise and overdeliver”). I’d also like to change the world, but I think I’ll start smaller and work my way up. So let’s add be more patient and cultivate a higher tolerance for bullshit to the list instead.

TICK-TICK-TICK-TICK

GRA-DU-A-TION

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Get a job!

And wear a suit. 

Or don’t—but you still have to follow our rules.

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I have six months, or twelve, if I push back grad a quarter…to try as hard as I can to escape this supposedly inescapable paradigm.

Keep ya posted.

Biggest pet peeve: frequent misuse of the word “literally.”

“Literally” is not a synonym for “actually.”

Unless what you are referring to has both a figurative and literal connotation, you are not being literal but merely grammatically incorrect.

Ex. 1: “This was literally the hardest test I’ve ever taken.” So your test paper was made of steel?

Ex. 2: “I am literally exhausted from today.” Remind me what the literal definition of being exhausted is?

#grammarnazi

#englishbitch

#sorryboutit

On occasion I find myself lost in the dark cavern of life, fumbling in the darkness for some semblance of clarity as to where I am headed.

Good friends are like the pair of hands gripping the rope that supports you, tightening their grasp despite the calluses that may arise, lending their unwavering support.

On another note, drenching your writing in elaborate analogies is a cheap way of making yourself seem deep.

Honestly, though, I really need to get back into this writing thing because it’s starting to become foreign to me.